#fiction

Science is my territory, but science fiction is the landscape of my dreams. ↗

— Freeman John Dyson

#science #science-fiction #dreams

as soon as we renounce fiction and illusion, we lose reality itself; the moment we subtract fictions from reality, reality itself loses its discursive-logical consistency. ↗

— Slavoj Žižek

#fiction #ideology #imaginary #philosophy #real

Hey, when you love a woman, and when she’s this crazy in love with you, you’ve got to do whatever she says, man. ↗

— Arby Robbins

#romantic-suspense #science-fiction #young-adult-fiction #dreams

For me a page of good prose is where one hears the rain. A page of good prose is when one hears the noise of battle.... A page of good prose seems to me the most serious dialogue that well-informed and intelligent men and women carry on today in their endeavor to make sure that the fires of this planet burn peaceably. ↗

— John Cheever

#prose #short-stories #intelligence

Short fiction seems more targeted - hand grenades of ideas, if you will. When they work, they hit, they explode, and you never forget them. Long fiction feels more like atmosphere: it's a lot smokier and less defined. ↗

— Paolo Bacigalupi

#short-fiction #short-stories #short-story #short-story

There's a time and place for everything, and I believe it’s called 'fan fiction'. ↗

— Joss Whedon

#fanfiction #fantasy #humour #fantasy

Peeta opens his mouth for the first bite without hesitation. He swallows, then frowns slightly. "They're very sweet." "Yes they're sugar berries. My mother makes jam from them. Haven't you've ever had them before?" I say, poking the next spoonful in his mouth. "No," he says, almost puzzled. "But they taste familiar. Sugar berries?" "Well, you can't get them in the market much, they only grow wild," I say. Another mouthful goes down. Just one more to go. "They're sweet as syrup," he says, taking the last spoonful. "Syrup." His eyes widen as he realizes the truth. I clamp my hand over his mouth and nose hard, forcing him to swallow instead of spit. He tries to make himself vomit the stuff up, but it's too late, he's already losing consciousness. Even as he fades away, I can see in his eyes what I've done is unforgiveable. I sit back on my heels and look at him with a mixture of sadness and satisfaction. A stray berry stains his chin and I wipe it away. "Who can't lie, Peeta?" I say, even though he can't hear me. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#fiction #sad

Well,' the Goddess said, 'your heart didn't heal straight the last time it broke. So we'll break it again and reset it so it heals straight this time. ↗

— Jane Yolen

#fiction #young-adult #fantasy

Mortals cannot perceive me with the physical eye whilst in my pure form unless it is of my choosing, for it would result in fatality, which leaves the question as to why you are an exception. ↗

— Alecia Stone

#young-adult #fantasy

To see the years touch ye gives me joy", he whispered, "for it means that ye live. ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#historical-fiction #romance #scotland #historical